Today as I get dressed I stopped to think. I’m meeting my “niece” and my “nephew” today. One of them for the first time and one for the second time.
Wow. What do I want to wear? Who do I want to be in their memory?
Noah, you say I dress for comfort and not for style (or you did once and you will rue that day for eternity [I love you so much, thanks for putting up with me.]) but there are actually a lot of style choices in the whacky-ass way I dress.
I start out with the requirement that as much skin must be covered as possible. That narrows the field of my clothes quite a bit given the leftovers from my more festive life periods.
I’m pretty happy that my pants fit again. Yay for gaining weight. Ha. How many women do you know who say that?
Ok. I picked a dress I bought with Jenny in Inverness. Because I bought it while nursing (i.e. my breasts had to be easily accessible at all times) of course I have a shirt on under it. HA!! MY BOOBS ARE MINE. Ahem. Sorry. Got carried away there. Those were a long four years.
With the black and white dress I like to wear red pants. Capri’s? Long shorts? They cover all the way down to my shin bone but you can see my Hobbit-hairy legs under them.
Still haven’t shaved. This is getting more interesting.
You can tell I haven’t shaved with the shirt I have on under the dress. There are sleeves, but they are short and kind of flippy.
Cause I like flippy stuff in my clothing. It’s a style choice.
And of course I’ll wear purple shoes. Cause that’s what I own. And I have a red cowboy hat for my sun hat.
Tell me there’s no style there.
(Tongue in cheek.)
Picture!
Yay! A red cowboy hat. Red cowgirl boots were tossed in the recent decluttering (they were plasticky, bought secondhand, and I never actually wear them) and I miss them.
I actually really enjoy cleaning friends houses too. Like, I feel loved and needed if a friend asks me to scrub their toilets before a big party, especially if I get to leave before it really starts. 🙂 On the other hand I don’t have the same cleaning standards as a lot of other people. I don’t usually notice clutter or dust which has been the cause of a number of judgy conflicts.
Re the fashion stuff. I haven’t shaved my legs since 2001 (So, the whole time we’ve known eachother I think). I haven’t missed it. My warm weather solutions if I’m not in the mood to feel the hair breeze are colored tights, xxhigh converse, fishnets, or some combination thereof. For special occasions I’ve bleached my leg hair before, it was kind of neat.